The next morning, I wake when Peeta's in the shower. I'm wearing one of his oversized tee shirts and nothing else. I'm not sick for the first time in a few months, thankfully. I lay in bed for awhile - I want to pretend to be asleep when Peeta gets out of the shower.

When he exits, he comes over to the bed and kisses the side of my head and rubs my shoulder for a moment before he heads back to the kitchen. He's still the sweet boy you love, I remind myself.

Yeah, the sweet boy who you've got to please for the rest of your life, says a small voice in the back of my head.

I sigh heavily and lay there silently until Peeta walks out the door. When I get up, I take a quick shower, get dressed, and head to the courtyard for the day. I do my best thinking there, and I don't want to be around when Peeta gets home. I walk for awhile and think about us. Peeta is basically perfect - he's so sweet, he's kind, he's attractive, wealthy, good in bed, most definitely father material, but he's also spoiled. He's never been told no before - he's used to getting everything he wants. Additionally, it's just like Effie said - I'm a woman in Panem - I'm a queen in Panem. I have virtually no rights. My life is to serve my husband. How had I not come to this realization myself?

I think about running, but I know I can't. They'll kill Prim, my mother, probably Peeta, too. Plus, that leaves me alone in the woods, pregnant. I know I'm trapped. I could kill myself, but the end result is the same - Prim and my mother will be killed, maybe Peeta, and I'll be killing my own baby, too. I feel like a slave - I'm stuck living with a man that I know I love but I don't want to serve. I have to provide him with children that, in all honesty, I don't want. I have to clean for him. Cook for him. Give him blowjobs, which I absolutely detest. Do interviews with him about how happy we are, when in reality, I know that if this really is going to be my life, I'm going to be miserable.

I sit for way longer than I realize and when I get back to our quarters, Peeta looks panicked. "Where were you?" he says. "Geez, Katniss, you scared me!"

"I was just walking," I say almost vilely.

He looks at me and furrows his eyebrows. "Can you tell me or leave a note or something when you leave?"

"What, do you not trust me?" I snap.

"You're carrying my child," he says, setting his jaw. "And you're my wife. I'd like to know where you are, or at least when you plan on getting back so I don't have to worry."

"So you can leave all day but I can't?" I say.

"I'm working," he says. "Sorry that I have a kingdom to run."

I roll my eyes. "Fine. I'll make sure to leave a note with my whereabouts next time, King Mellark. Don't execute me this time, sir."

His jaw drops and I think mine does, too. We're both shocked by my words. "Wow, Katniss," he says. "Is that really what you think of me?"

"No," I say. "No, I'm sorry -"

"Look, Katniss, I don't ask for much from you, I really don't," he snaps. "And I think I treat you well. I really do. Hell, I didn't say a damn word when you wouldn't fuck me for three months. Do you know how hard that was for me? But I'm your husband. I'd like a little respect in my own home." He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "I'm going to take a shower. Do you want me to cook tonight?"

"I can," I say meekly. My worst fears confirmed - Peeta does want to control me. Then, I'm terrified. If I don't do what he wants, Peeta really could have Prim or my mother or even me killed. If he wants to control me, I have to let him. I can't decide if I'm just being paranoid, but I can't take any chances.

"Okay," he says, sauntering off to the bathroom. I immediately send an order down to the kitchen so they'll send us Peeta's favorites, and then I go to the bathroom. I undress again, step into the shower, and hesitantly set my hands on Peeta's back.

"Katniss, I'm really not in the mood," he says, but I grab my shoulders and lean him against the shower wall.

"I'm sorry, Peeta," I mumble, leaning forward to kiss him. "I'm sorry, I'll tell you where I am next time."

"It's not that, Katniss, it's -" he begins, but I grab his semi-hard erection in my hand and start stroking it and he groans. "It's - about - respect." I go to get in my knees, but he grabs my arm and pulls me up. "I'm your husband," he says sternly. "I've got to know where you are so I know you're safe. Especially when you're pregnant. Do you understand me?"

"Yeah," I say quietly.

"I love you, Katniss, but - but this isn't - we've got to start acting married," he says. "And that means, at the most basic level, knowing where each other is."

I nod. "Peeta, does the - the lack of - lack of sex bother you?" I say.

"It doesn't bug me," he says quickly. "It's just - just - I feel like - there are certain things that - that as my wife, you need to -"

"Okay," I say, getting on my knees. "I'm going to stay down here until you tell me to stop. As many times as you want, just the way you want it."

"Seriously?" he says. His eyes light up and I feel sick to my stomach.

"Yeah," I say. "Seriously."

"God, I love you," he says, tangling his fingers in my hair tightly and guiding my lips onto his long, hardened member. And so I stay down here and pleasure him three times. We take a break for dinner, Peeta in only his boxers and me in one of his tees and nothing else. We settle on the couch to watch TV after dinner, but I end up on my knees in front of him, and after that, he pulls me up, lays me down, and makes hard, fast love to me. I keep hearing Effie's voice in my head, telling me that I'd been letting him down for five months, and I keep hearing Peeta's voice saying that as his wife, I had certain responsibilities. After we both climax, he carries me back to our bed and settles behind me, wrapping a protective arm around my waist. I fall asleep almost instantly, and it feels like I've only been sleeping for a second when I wake to Peeta's mouth on my warm heat. If I weren't so terrified of Peeta right now, I would've pushed him away, but I let him do it, and then I let him make love to me again, and I lay him down and take his hard member in my mouth and swallow his load whole. When he finally settles in behind me for the night, he says, "I love you so much, Katniss. You're so fucking sexy, you have no idea."

"I love you too, Peeta," I say quietly, and I mean it.

You can be terrified of someone you love, right?

So I know things are going downhill fast, but I'm trying to show what it would be like if two 16 year olds actually were married. They don't know how to be married, and Katniss is pregnant and hormonal while Peeta is a teenage boy who was raised getting whatever he wants. Plus, it can't always be perfect in a relationship, and I'd imagine that if I'd been married at 16, one of the biggest problems with the relationship would be sex.

Anyway, keep reviewing and let me know what you think!